I had a lesson last Friday, where I drove pretty well- insert cheer here! The problem with my successful outing was that it left little scope for an entertaining column.
Yesterday afternoon was another story. It is not that I have regressed, started mounting pavements or knocking over pedestrians like bowling pins-though there was certainly the opportunity to do so today. No, it is the fact that there seems to be two Elles who emerge when I get behind the wheel, and only one of them can drive.
I have learned to brake lightly- most of the time, I control my speed, my co-ordination has improved and roundabouts are becoming less intimidating.
The problem is that I have lapses and revert to my first lesson, and make stupid mistakes. John has started calling me Jekyll and Hyde.
But I don't need a magic potion to transform into 'bad driver Elle' oh no, all that is required is some praise.
I'll give you an example:
I'm approaching a roundabout so I brake my speed, change gear, check my mirror, signal, take the right exit and go on my way again, no problem. But oh know here it comes: "Well done Elise, that was really good."? Says John and then I force the wrong gear, or try to accelerate using the brake!
Whether I relax too much and stop thinking about what I'm doing, or I'm just keeping John on his toes is up for debate.
Actually I think praise makes me nervous. I've always known how to react to being told off-argue my point and only apologise if I mean it- but compliments or praise sort of stun-gun my brain. It's not that I'm not used to being told I've done well, I have proud parents and good self-esteem, but I am still never sure how to respond.
I think it is a family trait, like driving one-handed!
It is getting serious now, we are moving on to manoeuvres. God help John.
First published on http://www.gazettelive.co.uk/gazette-communities/ts5-acklam-and-linthorpe/ on 6/6/07
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